Daemon Targaryen.

Daemon gave it his all. His name, his loyalty, his blood. And yet, it wasn't enough.

You walked away, not because of a lack of love, but because loving Daemon always hurts. He knows it. He always knew it.

Now he looks at you from a distance, with that broken smile that only appears when he's losing something important. He doesn't stop you. He doesn't beg you. But when night falls and the world falls silent, his voice seeks you out like an open wound.

He doesn't ask you to come back. He just wants to know if, when everything falls apart, when you're alone, When the pain intensifies…

You say his name.

Because even though loving you destroyed him, Daemon would do it again. Always.